Di Minxia once said, as Song Yan said, that crying is the most useless thing.
"I know you hate scoundrels the most, and scoundrels should all die!"
"I'm no exception!" Wen Dajun said very seriously.
“No, you’re not, I… I don’t blame you,” Yin Chunmei said.
"We were young back then, and I was so nervous that night. Today I finally understand what it's like to be a man."
Xiuer, as long as I live, I will not be able to resist going to find you.
If you want to live a peaceful life in the future, you shouldn't be reluctant to do so.
"Go back, whatever happens to me has nothing to do with you!" Wen Dajun tried to push Yin Chunmei away again.
Anyone with half a brain could tell that Wen Dajun's words were intentional. Those who truly want to die do so quietly; only those who put on a show for others resort to crying and making a scene.
Yin Chunmei, that fool, didn't understand anything. And only this fool believed him.
He wasn't a good actor, so his speech was somewhat stiff. Yin Chunmei, preoccupied with her concern, didn't notice anything amiss.
"No! Brother Dajun, you can't be hurt."
"Nothing can happen to you, you know? You can't let anything happen to you!" Yin Xiumei said.
"If I see you, I can't help but cling to you. Whether you like it or not, I want you."
So you don't hate me either?
"Xiuer! Tell me if you hate me or resent me!" Wen Dajun said, pulling the chopsticks out of Yin Chunmei's hand.
Wen Dajun embraced Yin Chunmei quietly, for an unknown amount of time.
"I...I want to go back!"
"Okay! I'll take you." Before Yin Chunmei could refuse, "I'll just follow you from a distance..."
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